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“You’re Axel Wagner’s boy?”
He nodded.
I looked up the hill and saw James approaching, along with whom I assumed was Axel.
“Are you guys all right? You were flying.” James stopped just below us, as if securing the hill. I handed Trevor over to his dad.
“Thank you so much. You have my gratitude.”
“You’re welcome. It looks like the strap broke on the harness, but Trevor managed well on his own.” I crouched next to the boy and checked him over before turning back to Axel. “Do you need help to get down the mountain? If you use two ski poles, Trevor can hold on and ski between the legs.”
“Yes, thank you. I can manage that. Thanks again.”
“No problem at all.”
We skied down with Axel and Trevor following closely behind to ensure a safe descent before removing our skis. We set them on a rack near the lobby entrance.
“You call me Bond, but you’re the one pulling all the moves, Ms. Young.”
I groaned, cracked my neck sideways, and extended my arms over my head. “I think my body will pay for this later.”
He held open the front door, gesturing inside. I stopped as soon as I heard the loud chatter by the front counter. Cece and Candy, dressed in snow bunny ski-suits, each tapped a foot with impatience. The receptionist at the desk had a receiver pressed to his ear.
“Crap.” James slowly backed outside, and I followed his lead.
“They’re looking for you?”
“I’ve been ditching them since we arrived.”
“You can just say no.”
“It’s not as easy as it looks.”
I chuckled.
We scooted across the snow-covered path in our ski boots. The slippery ground forced me to hold on to James for my life.
“Where are we going?” I asked as we slid along.
“We'll use the back way to the spa, through the maintenance room.”
We stopped in front of a steel door, and James tapped his watch. The security light flashed, and he twisted the lock open. I followed him inside.
“You’re back to being James Bond again!”
“Hold on,” he threw his hand forward, stopping me. “Keep this door open while I grab the other one, so we don’t get locked out.”
“Sure thing.”
He unlocked the interior door and waved me over. Moments later, we found ourselves at the waterfall again, looking up.
“So, is the spa closed again?” I laughed, its echo carrying through the space.
“Your laugh…” he started.
“What?” I tilted my head.
The reflection of overhead light danced in his eyes. “It’s captivating. Your laugh is like a song. You’re captivating.”
